Saturday, August 25, 2007

Pissing in the wind.

Honestly, that's how it feels. I got up early, went for my x-ray had it done (3 photos) sat outside for a moment, and then the lady came out and said, 'your doctor should have the results in a week to 10 days.'WHAT? Why can't you tell me, I might have asked.She repeated her first line and wandered off.A week to 10 days? What about my fucking training! I wanted to yell, but there was nobody to yell at except the girl whose turn it was next. So I didn't yell. I went home instead. Then I went to the gym and in my fury knocked 2 mins 26 seconds off my 5000m row. Which was awesome.I"m still mad, but less so, aren't gyms the dog's bollocks.

I once did an hour on the elliptical at its highest resistance because I was hacked off at my sister. So I'm with you guys.

I just finished a good, long sweat, effectively eliminating last night's hangover. Just in time to get started on tomorrow's! So working out has multiple uses not even considered by the health experts...

I need to find a gym. And a hot personal trainer. I got advice from you and Gimme in regards to the gym. Now the hot trainer. Actually I should start with an average looking trainer and as I get fitter upgrade the trainer, too. *Evil grin*You must be one super-fit woman!

I'm doing my level best to get fitter. Look Up Crossfit.com (we're not worthy!) and have a gander at their training programme. I think it is brilliant and had really helped me in my quest to add to my fitness while I train my body to do a goddamn marathon.

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About Me

I'm a bouncy, opinionated, messy haired marathon running (!) bibliophile. I wear high heels and have delightful ankles. I'm a devoted drinker. I want a French Bulldog puppy whom I shall call Batman and dress in capes on occasion.
I would also like a pug, whom I shall name Mister Woo. He can remain capeless, but I will make sure he wears a diamante collar at all times.
Both dogs will submit to repeated snorgling and high pitched squeals that only a dolphin would normally tolerate.
I hate Reiki/psychics/mystics/frauds with all my liver. Also, I'm firmly against Jazz and poetry/poems/pomes/ peoms or any of that stuff. I believe in the healing power of ginger.